Knowledge

This inner desire

To devour the unknown

This addiction that causes

My anxiety to thrive in my veins

This burning anger

This uncanny drive

That questions my creator that

Wishes to slap the chain on my brain

And kill such equisential thoughts

That so often question the logic of the human existence

That attacks the holy scriptures

On such fantastical sermons

That lack no foundation

Based on such mythical rhymes

Causes my brain cage to shake and quake

Spewing venom of hatred from your podium

Mouth wide and gushing with saliva

Slamming down another sermon

In the mouths of fools hunger for the truth

Nails peeling and ripping through the walls of the earth

To find this divine answer that is in the crack of our bones

That thrives on my vengeance of god

Eating pages

Drilling through the creavases of the earth finest sercets

To hold unto to this stability that I crave

My mind is library filled with books caked with dust

And heaving with blood

Bones encased around the binding preventing them to fall into the pit of nothingness

This disastrous course that

We began when we were younger

Deciphering words

And hanging uto human reason

When human reason

Is far from reason

This shivering feeling that is in our hands

That causes our skin to cut and tear

That drops the very liquid that turns red when hit with oxygen

That rusts our brain and causes us to recede our intelligent mind in a bookcase

Because we fear the answer to our questions will never satisfy us

This lust to find

And conquer and devour this unholy world

To make what is crooked

straight

To define the gravity of reality

To alter to perception

In order to gain perception

Peripheral vision slurred

And lead astray fear that are fingers

Will very quake at the answer we hold in the creases of universe

To journey to hell

And back

To conquest

What is left to quest

To break boundaries

And build walls

To tear down the matrix

In order

To reach reality

To latch unto the atmosphere

And not lose ourselves in the hemisphere

Of wandering thoughts

That is knowledge

The never ending cycle

Of tearing the world around us

To tear into the past

Present

Future

To gain an understanding

Of this foundation

We rest are feet and dead bodies

On

To seek the truth

The ugly truth